"Gulp."
Wang Ningxi swallowed, a sense of foreboding welling in his heart. He couldn't shake the feeling that beneath Aunt Luojing's calm exterior lurked a certain madness.
But things had come to this point and there was no room for retreat. Sticking his head in was a blade, pulling it back was still a blade.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Rather than being just an ordinary Great Celestial Pride like my father, I'm going for it."
Wang Anxin's cheek twitched. This crafty brat really held a grudge; wasn't it just a few thorough beatings? A father beating his son is a heavenly justified matter.
No, no, I, Wang Anxin, also need to think of something. Facing the incessant emergence of geniuses and anomalies in the family, being a mediocre Great Celestial Pride is too lagging and ordinary.
Soon after.
